"But you don't know that," she says earnestly, her nails digging into her thigh under the table.

"Finnick, we don't know what I'm capable of. Not fully. You could be in love with the girl who murdered her entire family. We just don't know. Ask Percy- I've hurt him before. He's woken me up in the middle of the night because I'm screaming and when I wake up, I'm hitting him, reaching for my weapons." The level of honesty in her voice terrifies even her, as she looks at Finnick across the table. He needs to know what he's getting into, if they're going to be together. Fully understand who Annie Cresta is, and what she's capable of.

"And I don't know if I'm going to kill him or kill myself."